Harley's been trying her best to redeem herself. She's been trying to be a good person, and it seems to be working because you're finally on speaking terms again. She's trying to be a good older sister, the kind you can be proud of and be happy to have.

You invite her over for dinner — a chance to reconnect and catch up on your nonsensical lives — and Harley doesn't hesitate to say yes. She even arrives early and helps you make dinner. The two of you sit at the table, bickering as siblings do, and Harley realizes just how much she missed this — how much she missed you. She won't mess this up again.

You mention how a school you applied to rejected you and Harley stands up, smacking her fist on the table and shouting, "What?! There is no way some wacko school rejected my baby sibling!"

"I'm going to go over there and teach 'em a lesson," Harley says, grabbing her bat before freezing. No. This is a bad idea. This kind of behaviour is exactly what alienated her from the family in the first place. She doesn't want that. She puts the bat back down and takes her seat.

"Actually, on second thought, I won't do that," she says, taking a deep breath. "I'll just... send them a strongly worded letter. And we can find you a different school, somethin' that'll recognize your talent and have no choice but to accept ya. Or we can make our own! Wouldn't that be great?"